I remember at one time in my life when I loved poetry. Loved it to no end. But then, I read poem after poem after poem in college, and I burned out. It wasn't until Shel Silverstein, when Catherine was a toddler, that I re-thought my burn out of poetry. Humor and creativity made me love Silverstein. But I honestly haven't really re-visited the genre with real intent. Matt made a visit to Vermont and brought back Robert Frost's In the Clearing as a present to me. Have never read Frost, except "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening," which has turned into a children's book that we own, and I have read many times to each of my kids. I found that I really like him. He stays in generally the same subject matter: discussing the true nature of patriotism, questioning the roots of America, questioning faith and God. But what I love is that he has a sense of humor in some of works. He's sarcastic, almost New England snobbery but with more charm, so he's tolerable. I like it. Also, his rhyming often seems simplistic, however, it is done so well that if you really listen and look at what he is saying, it doesn't seem so simple, which few can pull off.